mad poetics

Samhain Sabbat Sacrifice

What Sacrifice do you make this Sabbat?

What do you offer the Dead?

What do you release from your fear-Self?

Who will you be instead?

What does the Land ask of you?

What do you Bless in your Power?

What Spirit calls your Secret Name?

What do you invoke in this hour?

Be generous in your offering

Conscientious in your prayer

Be clear when you lift your voice to sing

For the Spirits are really there!

There's no such thing as a metaphor

There's no such thing as pretend

So notice what you tithe and store

What you break and what you mend

If the Craft runs in your blood and veins

If Magic is your Art

Do not play at parlour games

But, Live in the Black of your Innocent Heart

Your Magic touches all you do

Infuses it with Power

Be careful what you call to you

In this and every hour